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I want to thank xxtrippyx3x3 for co-writing this story with me. She's become my friend over the past couple of weeks. She's great.
"Randy Orton come on in." Vince said as the third generation superstar
stepped into the office. Randy took his seat and had a pretty good idea
by the smile on the chair man's face that things weren't going to make
him happy. Vince took a few deep breaths and shifted around a few
papers before he spoke again. "You have a certain duty coming up Friday
that you have known about for awhile now."
He has to be kidding me it was what Randy had hoped Vince would have
forgotten about by now. "You are spending a day with Elenore. She won
that contest we had going on and you have to call her later after your
match." Vince said and stopped waiting for the quiet Orton to say
something.
All the superstar did was sigh loudly and clearly annoyed. He was no
where near ready for this. "Okay what is her number?" He asked quickly.
He just wanted to get out of here and head back to his locker room,
tape up his hands, maybe call his mother and at the very least listen
to some metal music until he was called to the gorilla. He didn't want
to spend time with his boss.
"I organized a packet for you to go through. There is her audition tape
in there as well. I would like you to watch some of that so you at
least know something about her. Read her entry essay as well. You might
find it of some interest." Vince held out a large yellow manilla folder.
It was bulky and Randy could see that there was a lot of things he
would have to go through. Randy although had no interest in rummaging
if anything he would simply glance at each page and skim over the video.
"Thanks Vince. May I go now?" Randy asked taking the folder. Vince
sighed and gave one nod.
"Randy I am going to warn you now. Mess this up and you will regret
it." Vince added just as Randy was leaving. Randy just glanced over his
shoulder and then left the room. He passed various superstars in
the hall. Each backed up and as far as they could from Randy and just
watched him. It was as if he was the big bad wolf and they were a bunch
of frantic rabbits praying they wouldn't be eaten for dinner. Randy
would admit he was getting to be quite an ass as of late but he
couldn't let anyone close when he had to fight to the top. He had only
been beginning to get there last month when he joined forces with
Triple H, Ric Flair and Batista in a stable called Evolution. He wasn't
happy about being bossed around and the semi happy awake Orton he was
months ago ceased to exist within a few weeks.
Hell broke loose when he came into his, no Evolution's locker room.
"Where were you Orton?" Paul walked up and got into Orton's face.
"Vince paged me." Randy answered.
"Really? Who said you could go? Did I? Ric? Dave?" Paul snarled. Keep
your cool Randy he reminded himself.
"No Sir." A pang of hurt hit Randy. That brought him back to the simple
replies he gave his commanding officers before he slipped up and beat
that guy almost to death. Which landed him in military prison for a few
months and landed him in the WWE.
"Then you shouldn't have left." Paul said in a tone meaning if Randy
said much more he would probably have his head knocked off and Randy
couldn't do a damn thing about it. "What do you have there?" Paul asked
when he crossed the room and got his bottle of water.
"Vince's orders for my duty on Friday." Randy replied and took a seat
where he was earlier. He picked back up his tape and began taping up
his wrists. The folder sat in his bag for safe keeping.
"So you won't be around?" Ric said. Randy shook his head.
"Guess everyone has the day off then and I have to reschedule that
magazine cover shoot." Paul said. "Dave go do that." Paul ordered the
other younger member of the stable. Dave was also fighting to the top
which cause Randy to have slight hatred for the man but it wasn't
enough to prevent him from taking to Dave.
Randy just sat there the rest of the night till his match against Goldberg hopefully finishing
off that fued. Then he had to deal with this girl and hopefully get
some sleep before he had to get up at 6 and work out with Evolution.
Randy much rather find his old friend Adam whom he hadn't seen in
forever and workout with him like old times. Paul wouldn't allow that
though.
An annoying alarm sounded in the mind of Elenore Jameson within her dream. Blinking her eyes open she stared at her alarm clock for a good two seconds before knowing that she would be late for work. She threw off her blanket and rushed into her apartment bathroom, quickly stripping and jumping into the shower. She must have hit snooze in her sleep . . . about three times.
Once out of the shower she quickly put on her uniform, grabbed a pop-tart, her phone, and her purse and left her apartment. She walked down the hall to be met with caution tape on the elevator. 'shit' she thought silently as she began a quick decent down the stairs as fast as she could. The sound of horns and yelling was second nature to Elenore, after all, she lived in what was called, 'the bad part of town'. She jumped in her old ford truck and made her way to the only job she had known for the past ten years, a waitress job at the local diner.
"YOUR LATE!" called Elenore's boss.
"I know, I know, my alarm fell off the table and I never heard it ring, give me orders, I'll get them going as fast as I can." Elenore called. She went to the back and put her purse in her locker, which was covered in pictures of Randy Orton, her most favorite wrestler and person in the world, well, besides her mom. She smiled at her most favorite picture and then checked her phone. Still no call from the contest. She sighed and began her work.
Randy wiped the sweat from his face using a small towel the stagehand tossed him.
"Orton hurry up." Paul called as he walked down the hall in front of him. Randy quietly reminded him in a few moments he would be in a taxi and on his way to the safe four walls of his hotel room.
Randy grabbed a water bottle and jogged to catch up with Evolution. He got his usual speech from Paul. The speech that told him he had to continue his reign at the youngest champion or else there would be serious problems. It wasn't like Randy lost or anything, so far he actually was on a winning streak, so why Paul was being a pain in the young superstar's ass was beyond his understanding.
Once Paul was done he threw on a Legend killer shirt, a hoodie and a pair of mesh shorts. He said bye to Dave and headed to the back exit, flashing the security guard his name tag, he quickly left. The vibration in his left thigh had him fishing around in his pockets for his cell phone. He flipped it open and pulled it up to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Randy don't forget to make that call." Vince reminded him. Randy rolled his eyes.
"Wouldn't dream of it." Randy replied earning a chuckle on the other line.
"Have a nice night Orton."
"Yup. You too sir." Randy shut the phone and climbed into the cab. He grabbed the folder out of his bag and found her number. Quickly he dialed it.
There was no answer but he left a message. "Hey uh this is Randy Orton. I'm calling to tell you I'll be picking you up Friday night for your day with me. Congrats you won the contest. I'll try again later. This is my personal number so you can call it or text it if you want. Uh bye." He hung up and settled into his seat. His head fell back onto the head rest and he just closed his eyes.
What was he even going to do Friday? Was he literally going to have he prowl around with him while he had orders barked at him or was he himself going to take a break and do something he wanted to do. Randy thought a bit more and decided on the second option. Then a little voice in his head reminded him it was a day about her and him not just himself. He'd just fit in some of his favorites in there as well. He sighed and rested his eyes a few minutes and relax.
Upon arrival at the hotel swarms of girls and guys were chanting. Word of the superstar's hotel rooms must have leaked out. Again a cuss left Orton's lips and he just pulled on his hood, then his aviator glasses. He looked pretty spiffy in them and he was hoping no one would bother him. With his luck though that wouldn't happen but he decided he wasn't going to do a damn signing or picture tonight. He wanted a hot shower, a call home and lastly sleep. Some actual sleep. He stepped out into the crowd and security surrounded him.
"Its Randy Orton!"
"Over here!"
"Can you sign this!"
"Look this way!"
Everyone shouted at him but he made it inside the glass doors.
"Its crazy out there isn't it?" Barbara asked. She was better known as Kelly Kelly. Randy gave a small smile and nodded removing his sunglasses and tucking them in his pockets. Barb was one of the few divas who would actually amuse him in an intelligent conversation. She wasn't as stupid as she seemed on TV.
"Name please?" The desk clerk asked.
"Orton, Randall." Randy replied. The clerk shuffled around and handed him his keys.
"You did good out there tonight." Barb said. Randy almost didn't hear her.
"Yeah. You too." He said before leaving. He didn't want to talk didn't anyone get that. He decided to take the stairs incase some crazed fan was hiding out. It was six floors up and then all the way down the hall until he came to his room. He unlocked the door and pushed it open. Thankfully there was only one bed meaning he wouldn't have to room with anyone. He sighed and got another pair of shorts out for after his shower. There was no need for him to wear a shirt if he was alone. Not to mention he liked being shirtless anyways.
He skipped out on calling home after his shower and went straight to sleep. He left his phone on the bedside table for his call in the morning to get up from Dave. Another reason why he didn't hate that man as much as he should have. Dave always had Randy's back no matter what.
Randy slept soundlessly in his hotel bed and didn't move an inch. He was that worn out and exhausted from the early mornings and late nights. His body hadn't quite fully adjusted to the busy life he had. He wasn't unhappy with it but he felt as if there was something missing. He had family and friends,even if he barely saw them. A few girls who would gladly fulfill any needs he might have, which with the mood as of late he wasn't interested. He was legal to drink if he absolutely had to but he found little need for that.
